54. Chapter 54
Five days. Jason had been with Theresa for five days, and he knew it was time to leave.
What am I doing here and where else would I be scurried through his sex-logged brain. He looked forward to the contentedness in her eyes when she nestled into his neck, her auburn hair matted and frizzy, the creamy skin of her bare shoulder pale in the early-morning light.
Five days. The sky was clear, and Theresa was sleepy and smiling.
Jason’s guts lurched. He’d overstayed his welcome. This felt too regular—like a bar where they knew his name and his drink and the bartenders warned the skirts to watch out.
Or the diner where the waitresses shot him ugly looks every time he dropped Theresa off at work.
She’d called in sick yesterday, and rain and thunder competed with Led Zeppelin for the soundtrack of so much lovemaking—
Lovemaking. There was sex, and then there was this. An intensity beyond seeing how hard he could bury himself, how fast and how loud he could make her come. A need to feel every inch of her in his hands and on his mouth and falling asleep in a tired, sated heap.
Five days and he clocked the future plans in her swimmy, post-sex gaze. It wasn’t her fault. All this lovemaking would confuse anyone into thinking Jason was the man who stayed.
Where would you go?
Anywhere. Everywhere.
…Nowhere. As fun as it sounded, he couldn’t take her out of her life. She’d lose her job if she kept calling in, and then what would she do? She said it herself: didn’t have anyone to fall back on.
Jason had ten million dollars.
He could give some of it to her. She’d make better use of it than he would. She could buy her big house in the country and sit by the water and take trips in an old car to see the coasts and those big fucking trees.
He rubbed his eyes. She was asleep on his chest again. If he didn’t look at her face or breathe her in, she could be anyone. There was nothing special about her. He was just having fun, like he had fun with Billy and Maggie for a few wild days at a time.
Theresa might forgive him for the last few days if she had the means to buy whatever life she wanted.
He got up and stood naked beside the bed, facing the window. It was sunny, a good day for riding. He still hadn’t fixed his bike. How far would he make it from here?
Theresa pinched his butt and yawned. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To make you eggs,” Jason said.
“Not yet you’re not.”
She took him by the thigh and brought him back to bed.
He cupped her face and kissed her lips, and she opened her legs and drew him in.
The woman was insatiable. He couldn’t turn around in her tiny house without her hands on him.
Her boyfriends, the losers in love with their cars, were idiots if they couldn’t see what was right in front of them.
What’s right in front of me.
They made love again. He tried telling himself it was just sex, but it was a lie when he couldn’t stop kissing her. Then he made eggs, and she drove him to a bank with branches nationwide so he wouldn’t have to come back to this one and he deposited his ten-million-dollar check.